The cracks and broken pieces of me aren't some wreck to be pitied .
I am a magnifique, shape-shifting mosaic of all these smaller colourful parts .
Monday, September 9, 2013
One week ago...
My heart became committed to you somewhere along the way…
that book of unsent love poems, every single morning text, those deep kisses in the dark, the forehead kisses and squeezes in the light, the way you shake your hair, sip your drinks, roll your cigarettes, play with your hands, and how you look away when you caught me staring…
it’s not fair that while this was happening to me, you so easily set me aside.
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